I feed the fire in the night and wish the memories away;   As with tears I watch the flames of departure.   I still think of you and it makes it even harder;   I can't remember but the good times we had..      It was the love that become hate and all the wrong words were said;   I never wanted this to be, but still it is.   Seems like these nights are getting each time longer;   Longer they are when I pass them all alone..      I walk alone the cold streets.   Love is gone, cold streets.   Love is playing it cruel game upon my broken heart;   Loneliness is my only game on these cold streets..      The freezing wind from the sea blows it cold over me;   The sea lies frozen in ice as do my soul.   Seems like these nights are getting each time colder;   Colder they are when I pass them all alone..      I walk alone the cold streets.   Love is gone, cold streets.   Love is playing it cruel game upon my broken heart;   Love is no game on these cold streets..      I walk alone the cold streets.   Love is gone, cold streets.   Love is playing it cruel game upon my broken heart;   Love from above is what I need on these cols streets..